I find it hard to remember how I viewed things when I was a child. I've tried to recall my early reactions to the concept of religion. I went to C of E schools (school assembly prayers, RE lessons etc.), I was in the Boy Scouts (a quasi-religious movement), I went to Sunday school and our whole family went to evensong on a Sunday. But it all seemed to pass over my head like a sort of slow moving (oh, how slowly it moved sometimes!) cloud of vapour. I didn't understand it and didn't relate to it; it was just something that I humoured adults over (after all, when you're 12 adults know best ... don't they?). I suppose that I assumed that it would all make some sort of sense when I grew up ... well I've grown up now and it still doesn't make sense! And, if I'm honest, neither does 'spirituality' for that matter (wonderful opportunity to 'talk bollocks' though!).

As the years progressed some things began to make sense - Science Fiction, Folk Music, Chemistry, the principles of experimental design, Botany, environmental matters and concerns - and even, for a couple of years when I was studying for my Open University degree - Mathematics!

At the ripe old age of 63 I'm still in love with, and fascinated by, the world around me (and appalled at how many of my fellow humans are intent on destroying that world). If any of that makes me 'spiritual' ... well, if you like ... perhaps? But please let's not go on and on and on and on about it! I get impatient with people talking bollocks!